{"id":"mqlipu","deleted":false,"future_paste":false,"expired":false,"language":"text","created_at":"2024-12-04 21:41:00","expires_at":null,"content":"\/\/Ivory succ snuff scene, requires strength check is what I'm gonna go with I think. Like 60? IDK\r\n[Batter] tooltip: Shatter her inflated self-image and end her life.\r\n\/\/Accepting alternative button names if someone has a better one. Smash?\r\n\r\n\"The beauty of perfection\", she said. She looks like she really means it. It's not just for show; she really sees herself as the pinnacle of all life on Mareth, without the slightest hint of irony. There's absolutely zero fear in her eyes as you approach, and the suggestive smirk on her face never wavers for a moment, despite how [if (hpvictory) {battered|exhausted}] she is already.\r\n\r\nAs you bear down on her, she even poses for you, arching her back and thrusting out her chest to better display her devilish curves. And she laughs. A perfect, practiced sound, like the chime of a bell. Your fingers twitch. She's smiling at you with the most knowing look, like you're both in on the same joke here, and it's only a matter of time before you show her how little you can resist her \"perfection\".\r\n\r\nSo pretty. So, so pretty. You barely even notice you're swinging your arm before your fist crashes into her pretty little nose, twisting her head to the side. The succubus lets out a muted shriek, and her hands fly to her face in disbelief. You prepare to block her escape, but she's not even looking at you. No, she's grasping fitfully at her face and searching around her feet in desperation. After a moment, you realize she's trying to find something reflective. So obsessed with that beauty that she's forgotten the danger she's in.\r\n\r\nYou'll help her remember. With her on the ground already, it's ridiculously easy to get ahold of one of those pale, slender arms, and before she can wrench it free, start to bend her joint at an impossible angle. It seems her frame was built for looks rather than durability, because it takes just a bit of pressure before her elbow snaps like a twig. [i: Now] she gives you a proper scream, and collapses forward onto her chest.\r\n\r\nIt doesn't end there. Each part of her beautiful body is another target for you to ruin. You fracture her ribs with [if (feet) {a thorough kicking|a swipe of your [tail]}], rip her hair out by the root, tear at the velvety membrane of her wings with your [nails]. Anything to draw just a bit more suffering out of this wretched demon. By the end of it, her pure white flesh is absolutely riddled with bruises, cuts, and scratches, and she can barely pick herself off the ground, so many of her bones are now broken.\r\n\r\nStill not enough. But, hatred lends you inspiration, and a nearby rock seems like a suitable tool for your needs. Before she can gather her wits, you grab one of her horns, wrench her head to the side, and bring the rock down on the other with a sickening crack. The blow lands solidly, and she makes a strange sound halfway between whining and wailing, but you only manage to crack the ivory at first. That's just fine. You raise the rock again, and she starts pleading with you, but two more firm strikes have her horn snapped clean off. She falls to the ground in agony.\r\n\r\nYou take a moment to admire your work: the once-immaculate succubus, now lying before you shattered and defiled. She looks up at the rock with dread now, and it's as if this is the first time she truly sees what's happening to her. And even her pride breaks now, spilling out with tears as she starts full-on weeping, letting her face contort with the sobs. She really never even considered that her beauty couldn't save her. As you savor the satisfaction of breaking that illusion, and as she stares at the rock that's going to kill her, you consider how to really drive the point home.\r\n\r\n[make it last] [end it quick]\r\n\r\n[make it last] tooltip: \"Enjoy the last of her beauty before you ruin her\"\r\n\r\nSeeing her lying there so pitifully is too much for you to resist, and your body swells with lust. \r\n\r\nYou let her huddle into a ball and cry for a bit while you get your [genitals] ready. Your eyes stay glued to her the whole time you're [if (isnaked) {getting yourself [if (hascock) {hard|wet}] enough|disrobing}], though, drinking up the delicious misery of a demon brought low. As you approach her again, you let her know how much she deserves this, how fitting it is that a wretch like her, who traded her soul for something as easily ruined as beauty, should have everything taken from her before she goes.\r\n\r\nYou start with the last of her dignity. As you lean in to fuck her, you steady yourself with a hand on her cheek, driving her face down awkwardly into the dirt. But, despite being half-suffocated by this, she barely even moves at this point, so mangled she is from your earlier assault. So, pulling her hips closer, you line up your [genitalslong] with her[if (hascock) { waiting slit|s}], happy to feel that her demonic nature has betrayed her: she's so wet that there's no resistance at all as you [if (hascock) {hilt yourself[if (big cock) { as best you can}] and pound away|press yourself against her and start rocking back and forth}].\r\n\r\nBut, lest she manage to enjoy any part of this, you direct a couple extra punches to the soft flesh of her belly, causing her to sputter and writhe. You don't pay much attention to her reactions any more, though. Your eyes are already rolling back as you continue to [if (hascock) {pump into|scissor}] her. Annoying as it is, this body really was made to please. And it's wonderful to feel her struggle so uselessly underneath you as you gratify yourself with the unwilling demon. You find it harder and harder to resist abandoning all thought and succumbing to your base instincts.\r\n\r\nSensing the need for release rise in your core, you pin her knee up against her chest and start thrusting in earnest. You angle your hips for maximum leverage and really [if (hascock) {pound her into nothing, your [cock] pulsing|ride her for all she's worth, your [cunt] [if (iswet) {overflowing|wet}]}] with desire. Just as you feel your limit approaching, the heat of passion grants you another wonderful idea, and you grope around for the rock while doing your best to hold on. Your fingers barely find it in time, but as you cum, you deliver a strike to the jagged stump of her ruined horn and are rewarded with the loudest scream of the [day].\r\n\r\nIn fact, she keeps screaming the whole way through your orgasm, letting you [if (hascock) {fill her [if (cumhighleast) {completely|as much as you can}]|ride out your climax}] to the sound of her suffering. It's one of those genuine screams that sounds like it'd ruin her vocal cords, if she had any time left to use them. Your abs continue clenching for some time after you're already spent, and a light shiver runs through your body in the afterglow. For a while after, you simply lie on top of her as you recover from the heady peak. And, it turns out her body makes for a wonderful piece of furniture, too, as you take the time to rest[if (!isnaked) { and don your [armor] again}].\r\n\r\n\/\/Next button to rejoin with below\r\n\r\n[end it quick] tooltip: \"She doesn't deserve the satisfaction of being used.\"\r\n\r\nAs much fun as it is to torment her, everything has to end eventually. You know it's time for hers when her eyes start to go a little glassy. Not much point in keeping her alive if she's not going to make it fun for you.\r\n\r\nSeeming to sense your deadly intent, she does make one last escape attempt, but it's trivial to get her back in your grip. You push her down onto her back and move up to straddle her torso, letting her waste the last of her strength flailing uselessly against your [chest]. It's almost cute how ugly she looks in her desperation, how fitting it is to see her \"perfection\" befouled by tears and dirt and blood.\r\n\r\nAnd you bet she'd look even better with her head caved in. Hefting the rock, you start out with a couple love taps, letting the lazy swings crash into her head with enough force to make her yelp, but not enough to do much permanent damage. She's not taking it very well either way, but you don't give her enough time to settle into any one pain: the rock rises and falls with brutal regularity as you start putting just a tiny bit of extra force into each swing.\r\n\r\nShe can barely get out a [say: please] before one of the swipes catches her temple at a bad angle, and the white mask of her face is caved inward slightly along the forehead. She lets out a sort of deep, guttural moan totally unbecoming of a seductress, and her limbs clench inwards instinctively as she seizes up a bit. It's an interesting enough reaction to stall your hand a bit, so you watch as she tries to make sense of her gruesome injury.\r\n\r\nIn the end, you can't tell if her pathetic writhing is some conscious attempt at escape, or if the spark has already faded from between her eyes. It's fun to imagine what sort of fractured hell you've put her through, though, as you deliver the last few sensations of her life: two more blows to the side of the head, both producing wonderfully wet impact sounds, and then the one that seals the deal: the rock smashes through her right brow, popping the eye free from its socket and exposing the gore of her head.\r\n\r\nYou give her skull one last hit for good measure, spraying blood and brains over your [if (fucked or isnaked) {naked form|[armor]}]. And, with everything suddenly still and quiet around you, a wonderful sense of pure relief washes into your bones. You stare at the broken body for a while before it's time to head back and wash up.\r\n"}